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Sam's POV

"Sam, Amy and I are going to take the dogs out for a walk. Do you want to join us?" Mark asked.

"No thank you dad, I'm planning to meet Casey at her place to help me out with homework," I respond.

"Okay, be sure to message to me when you get there."

"I will."

I patiently wait as dad and mom walk out of the house and locking the door. I get up from the sofa and turn the television off. I head to my room as I text message my friends, if they're still my friends. I place my phone and the note on the bed before grabbing the light sweater and walk out of the room as I hear my phone vibrate.

Mark's POV

An hour later, Amy and I return home from the walk. I unlock the door, Chica and Henry rush in after opening the door. We both release them from the leash.

"There you go Chica," I said as I pet her head as she licks my face. Suddenly I hear my phone buzz, which I take a glance at it, it's an notification from gmail, which it's from a person which I assume it's a fan letter which I'll read later. For now I'm going to record some video and then probably pick Sam up from her friend's house.

~3 Hours Later~

After hours of editing and scheduling my videos to be post on public, I haven't got any message from Sam. Did she lose track of time or something? So I grab my phone out and send her a message to see if she got a ride home or I need to pick her up. The message goes through, but she didn't respond nor read it. Strange; normally she respond right away, but I guess she's busy or having a good time with her friend. No need to get worry.

~2 Hours Later~

Two hours went by, and I decided to check the message to see if she responded. Nothing, she haven't respond or read it. I'm starting to get concern.

"Amy."

"Yes Mark?" she asked looking at me.

"Have you heard anything from Sam?"

"No, not a single text from her," she respond.

Now I'm starting to get really worry. So I call her waiting to pick her phone up, suddenly Amy and I hear faint sound from upstairs. Amy and I look each other, and then I head upstairs to investigate. As I reach upstairs the sound stop, and then my phone went to voicemail. Something isn't right...

I call Sam again, hoping that Amy and I are just hearing things, but then I hear phone ringing in Sam's room. I can feel my heart pounding against my chest, as I'm starting to have a bad feeling. I place my hand on the doorknob and slowly open the door.

My heart stop, I couldn't believe what I'm seeing. I don't see Sam in her room, and her phone is on her bed still ringing. I pick up Sam's phone and hit the hang up button. I notice on her phone have bunch of messages and 2 missed calls from me.

I decided to go on text messenger to find some clues. I tap on the current message, only to find her friends freaking out and worry. I scroll up to see what happened, my eyes widen in horror.

~Text Message~

Sam: Hey guys... If you're reading this, this is the last message I'll be sending you. I'm sorry, I just can't take it anymore. I have to go. Please do me a favor, don't cry, live happy for me. I'll be sure to tell Ashley that you guys say hi...

Casey: Sam wtf!? You're not serious!?

Lucy: SAM NO!

Roger: Please don't we need you!

Will: Sam please don't take your own life! There's so much more in life!

Lucy: Guys! We need to let Mark know ASAP!

Will: Should we have the community to help us get Mark's attention?

Casey: No. Don't get me wrong, they're great people, but I don't think that they need to know what's going on in their personal life. I don't think Sam will appreciate that...

Lucy: Guys, Idk if Mark saw it, but we need to find Sam. Roger call her!

Roger: I did, but she didn't answer.

Will: Shit

Casey: That dumbass, what is she thinking!?

Lucy: Casey, this isn't the time to get mad, we need to find her. Will go to her house, Roger and I will go the park. Casey do whatever you can to help us find Sam and find help.

Casey: Okay.

~Text Message Ends~

I couldn't believe what I just read. At the corner of my eye I see a paper on her bed. I pick it up my heart stop. I can feel tears streaming up, but I need to find her before she... I don't want to think about it. I've already lost a friend... I don't want to lose her too...

Despite this harsh reality, I need to find her. 

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